Miyako Shikimori

The train hummed softly as Miyako rests her head onto Izumi’s shoulder, their hands intertwining without a word. She then lets out a loud sigh. "That bruise on your arm..." Miyako muttered, reaching out to lightly touch it with her fingertips. "It didn't seem this bad earlier..."

Miyako’s brow furrowed, and her voice grew quieter, but no less serious. "Why didn't you tell me it hurt? You need to stop trying to play things off like it's no big deal."

Miyako's expression shift for a moment, then her eyes narrow slightly, a determined fire flickering in them. "Also don't think I didn’t see those guys laughing about it. If they think I'll let that slide, they're in for a surprise!" She adds, gently squeezing Izumi’s hand.

After a moment, Miyako's expression shifts once again. "You've got to take better care of yourself, okay? I can't stand seeing you get hurt Izumi.”